Lilinette sat, perched, boredly, on the edge of Szayel's chair, scratching the inside of her nose with one finger and examining the ceiling. She was debating flicking a crow at Szayel, but the uproar might get them both in trouble, so for the moment, while Aizen and Marluxia talked, she refrained.

They were both being careful with what they said. You could hear it, if you listened; the things they weren't saying. Things like why they were interested got conveniently left out.

Instead of flicking bogeys, she stared at Ulquiorra. He had his eyes closed, but if you looked, you could see that the one he'd taken out was filling in to look normal again under the eyelid.